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You’re good. I don’t think anyone else noticed it either.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
I didn’t notice it either.
Selius
Selius eyed the woman incredulously. “What–? You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
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“Madam, I believe he comes from a place called ‘Wond’. They don’t have guns yet.”
Gunslinger has gone to Wond (C and R crossover) when it was in it’s former SA, haven’t decided on the updated age.
"You need French Toast."
Kalary
Kalary eyed them both askance. “I actually know exactly what I’m talking about, I was top of the class in combat science. And where is this ‘Wond’? I don’t think there’s anywhere that doesn’t have gun technology yet.”
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Selius
“Wond?” Selius repeated. “Combat science? What are either of you talking about?”
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“Are you asking for a definition?” Kalary asked, “I can get one for you. Let’s see… Combat. Noun. 1.Fighting between armed forces. Science. Noun. 1. The systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation, experimentation, and the testing of theories against the evidence obtained. Anything else?”
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Kalary
“I’m not insane, and I told you, I don’t know.” Kal said, crossing her arms.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Heeeeyyyy can I join? I have a heist-ish character who belongs in a fantasy world but could be modified for a modern sci-fi thing.
“Everything is a mountain”
Thanks guys!
What’s the goal of the heist? Are we stealing something?
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Name: Thrift
Age: 16
Appearance: Choppy brown hair (only down to her chin) and dark eyes. Rather small. A soft brown cape, black tunic and skirt, and a cap keep her warm on her travels. Around her waist hangs a scabbard, and a long, strangely light yellow dagger.
Personality: The thing about Thrift, which even throws herself off, is that she is ruthless.
Most people she works with will describe her as the pure heart – the innocent little girl – of the group. She is shy, hopeful, and easily trusts people.
But if she has to do something, she will get the job done with horrifying clarity. If someone betrays her, she will pay them back. (Despite feeling quietly conflicted about it afterwards.)
Abilities: …I just created her, so I may add to this – but for now Thrift is a healer and bounty hunter.
Basically she deals in wounds, whether or not she is dealing the wounds herself XD
She has supernatural healing abilities, but can only use them when she is in a calm, unemotional state. Swift with the dagger. She will stab you.
“Everything is a mountain”
She’s still kind-of fantasy, but maybe she just likes wearing old-fashioned clothing, idk 😅
“Everything is a mountain”
The goal is undecided. They just got here, and they haven’t met the person who hired them yet.
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Thx, hope she will be of some service, lol
Thrift
White ceiling lights dazzled Thrift from above, as she pattered along an empty hallway. She breathed into the collar of her thick cloak, which she had tied in the front like a raincoat, and reached for another door.
So far, this place hadn’t impressed her. She smelled a rat, and was ready to scurry away at the first sign of trouble.
But what could anyone do to her? A child, innocent until prodded?
She hesitated, fingers slipping on the metal knob. Then she swung her skirt back, tugged her cap over her mousy bob, and peered inside.
“…I told you, I don’t know,” an indignant young woman’s voice reached her ears.
Two others stood nearby the speaker, and all had hostile demeanors. They had to be Thrift’s new associates, and certainly acted shifty enough. When the young girl came in, they turned on her with some criticism floating over their faces.
“You’re my colleagues, right?” Thrift crossed her arms, and widened her black coffee eyes.
“Everything is a mountain”
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